Chapter 11
Anna
I walked to the bathroom to take a shower on Saturday night, after supper. It was my last night here. In the morning, Luke and I were going to set out early to drive to Steamboat Springs, and Luke would have to race back home to be safe before the storm hit.
It was risky, but Luke had insisted on taking me, and it was flattering that he wanted to take care of me. Luke had been attentive and caring since the moment I had arrived at the cabin, and the more we’d gotten to know each other, the more caring he had become.
I was sad it was my last night with Luke. I didn’t want to leave, yet. I wanted to spend as much time with Luke as I could, get to know him even better. But what future did we have?
I pushed the thoughts away. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was here and now.
I turned on the hot water and walked back to the room while the shower heated up. In this cold, it took a while for the water to get hot. I found clothes in my bag and carried them to the bathroom. I didn’t close the door behind me. Instead, I stripped naked and stepped in under the hot water. It cascaded down my body, and I tipped my head back, wetting my hair. Taking a hot shower in this cold was the best thing I could imagine. It drove away the chills, and this was the only time I was warm without wearing layers of clothing.
The bathroom door was open, and I had left it like that on purpose. I wanted Luke to come to me, to have his way with me. We had only done it once, and I was nervous about instigating it, but I wanted to sleep with him one more time before I had to leave. Being with Luke was the most amazing experience, and I didn’t want it to be over.
After I had been in the shower for a while, Luke walked into the room. He glanced in the bathroom, saw me under the water and froze. I looked at him with an innocent face, running my soapy hand over my body. Luke’s lips parted, and I watched as the bulge in his pants grew. It was so hot to know that I had that effect on him.
“Do you want me to close the door?” Luke asked after clearing his throat. He looked at my eyes, and I could see what a struggle it was to force himself to look away from my body. I was still sliding my hands over my curves, cupping my breasts, sliding my hands down my stomach, over my hips, and between my legs. I washed myself seductively, looking at Luke all the time.
Luke swallowed hard and cleared his throat again. He tugged at his belt, trying to rearrange his pants.
“If you close the door the heat will stay in the bathroom,” Luke said. His words trailed off as his eyes slid down my body again. He couldn’t stop himself from staring.
“So? Close the door but stay in the bathroom with me,” I said.
Luke did as I asked. I didn’t think he had the capacity, staring at me naked and touching myself, to do anything else. It was perfect. It was just what I wanted.
“Join me,” I said when the door was closed with Luke remaining in the bathroom, still staring.
He looked me in the eyes and hesitated only a second before he started stripping off his own clothes. When he was naked, his cock hard and sticking up into the air, Luke opened the shower door and stepped under the water with me. He closed the shower door behind him. The bathroom had already started to fill up with steam, and Luke’s face was hazy against a steamy backdrop. It made him look even more handsome, his eyes an impossible blue.
Luke lifted his hand and trailed it down my cheek, his eyes glued to mine now that he was in the shower with me. I put my hand on his wrist and slid it up his forearm. Luke stood so close to me I could see small freckles on his nose that no one could see otherwise. Droplets of water clung like small crystals to his hair.
Slowly, Luke ran his hand over my body, touching me everywhere but my breasts and my pussy, and I shivered. He used only his fingertips, and the sensation was almost ticklish. I ached for Luke. I wanted him to touch me properly, to take me. But he was teasing me. His eyes were filled with hunger, and he swallowed now and then, but he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted until he was ready.
Instead of going in for a kiss, getting him to succumb to me, I did the same to him as he was doing to me. I brushed my hands over his body, exploring every inch of him. I stared at his hard dick when my hands played on his hips. I had seen a few dicks in my life, but it was mesmerizing to watch Luke, thick and hard, the mushroom head bulbous and oozing with lust.
When I looked at Luke again, his eyes were on me, and his face was riddled with desire.
Luke pulled me closer and kissed me. I could taste the hot water on his lips, and when I opened my mouth, he slid his tongue into me, tasting, exploring. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body up against his. My naked breasts were against his chest, the hot water cascading over our bodies, melding us together. I felt every inch of Luke’s skin, his hard dick sandwiched between our bodies, and I was achingly aware of it. I wanted him inside of me. I was alive with desire, and I wanted Luke to claim me as his own again as he had done the first time.
Luke trailed his hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing it. He ground himself against me. I was so turned on. Luke’s body was incredible. He was strong, his muscles rippling under his skin, and when he was pressed up against me like this, towering over me, he was attractive as hell. I had a thing for taller men, and Luke made me feel delicate.
When he kissed me, I got lost in the feel and the taste of him, and he touched me so gently like I could break. When I was with him it was like he cared about me. It wasn’t just about my body, and I hadn’t experienced that before.
Luke put his hands on my arms and gently turned me so that I was pressed up against the wall. I gasped when the cold tiles pressed against my back. Luke kissed me again, pinning me against the wall with his body and his cock was hard against my lower abdomen. Luke ground himself against me, and I was helpless. I melted against him.
Luke’s hands moved to my breasts, and he massaged me, squeezing the mound, taking my nipples between his fingers and lightly pinching and tugging me. He kissed a fiery trail down my neck and onto my chest, taking one nipple into his mouth. He sucked on me while he played with my other nipple. I gasped and moaned. I was so turned on. I could feel the wetness between my legs.
After a while, Luke switched nipples, doing the same. My hands were in his wet hair, and I moaned as his tongue flicked over my nipple, making me hot as hell and horny for him. He let go of my breast, and while he sucked on my nipple, his hand slid down over my abdomen and between my legs to my pussy. He pushed his fingers into my slit, and I spread my legs a little to make space for him. Luke rubbed my clit with his fingers while he sucked on my nipple, and I struggled to concentrate, pulled back and forth between the two sources of pleasure.
It didn’t take very long before I orgasmed. I cried out and curled forward. Luke let go of my nipple and kissed me again, his fingers still in my slit, drawing out my orgasm.
Just before it was over, he pushed his fingers into me and pumped them in and out a few times, making me shudder and cry out.
I opened my eyes and straightened myself up again. Luke kissed me before he spun me around so I was facing the wall. I pressed my palms against the tiles, and Luke’s hands went to my ass. He massaged the cheeks, squeezing, rubbing and he rubbed his dick all over my ass, claiming me. I loved how possessive he became when we were having sex. He made me feel sexy and desirable, and he touched me like my pleasure was all he cared about.
Luke moved away from me, and the shower door opened. Cold air rushed over my body, and I looked over my shoulder to see Luke pull out a silver foil packet from the bathroom cabinet. He made quick work of tearing the packet and rolling the condom over his dick. I realized why I hadn’t noticed it before. Luke did it so fast, unceremoniously. It didn’t take away from the mood at all.
Luke pulled my hips back a little, so I stuck out my ass. I arched my back, my chest still close to the tiles. Luke found my entrance with his fingers, spreading my cheeks a little as he explored me. I gasped, pressing my cheek against the wall and closing my eyes, giving myself over to the sensation.
When Luke replaced his fingers with his cock, I gasped, my eyes shooting open. Luke pushed into me, my body stretching to accommodate him. The sex was so much better now that I had lost my virginity. There was no pain, only pleasure.
Luke slid slowly into me, and I moaned. When he was inside of me, he waited for a beat before he pulled out again. He pushed back in and pumped slowly in and out of me. I cried out as he picked up his pace, pushing me against the wall and pounding into me. The sound of my moans and his grunts were muffled by the sound of running water. Luke’s balls slapped against my pussy, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw his muscular body tower over mine, muscles strained. Luke’s face was riddled with concentration as he fucked me.
He paused for a moment to kiss me, his hand on my cheek, turning my face toward him. He carried on, and I pushed against the wall to counter Luke’s thrusting. I orgasmed a second time, collapsing against the wall as my body shuddered, muscles contracting, and Luke slowed his thrusting to something sensual and controlled while I rode out the pleasure that had taken over my body.
Luke pulled out of me and spun me around, pushing me up against the wall again, facing him this time. He kissed me hard, mashing his lips against mine, running his hands over my body. He lifted my leg with his hand on my thigh and found my entrance again, pushing into me.
I cried out as Luke started pounding into me again, pumping harder and harder. The wall was hard behind me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t feel anything other than the pleasure that he released inside of me with every stroke. Luke thrust into me harder and faster, building up a rhythm, and when I opened my eyes, his blue eyes were glued to mine. Luke’s knees were bent so he could push into me from the right angle, and it put his face at the same height as mine. Having his eyes right before me, practically staring into my soul, was more intimate than anything I had experienced before. I lifted my hand and stroked Luke’s cheek.
Luke pushed into me harder and faster still, his strokes shortening, and I took my hand off his cheek and pressed it against the shower wall to keep my balance, my other hand on his shoulder. Luke’s pounding finally pushed me into my third orgasm, and as I came, Luke released inside of me. I felt him jerk and twitch as he emptied himself out, and I fell apart, sandwiched between him and the wall. It was the only reason I was still standing. My legs had turned to jelly, and if it hadn’t been for Luke who held me up, I would have slid to the floor.
My body contracted, clamping down on Luke, and all I could think about was the ecstasy that traveled through my entire body.
When I opened my eyes, I realized I had been grabbing onto Luke’s shoulder, my nails biting into his skin. There were little half-moons in his skin where my nails had damaged it.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a breathy voice.
“Don’t be,” Luke said with a smile. “You marked me. I like it. It’s hot.”
I shivered. Luke pulled out of me and let down my leg. I stood on unstable legs, trying to recover. Luke reached for the soap and loofah and worked up a lather before he proceeded to rub it all over my body. He moved slowly, sensually and even though he was soft now it was so sensual. He washed me, sliding the soap over my body. When he was done, I did the same for him. Finally, I washed my hair, and we rinsed ourselves off before we turned off the water.
Luke climbed out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his waist before he held one open for me. When I stepped out, he wrapped it around my body and offered another one for my hair. He was so caring it was hard to think that this was real, that I wasn’t stuck in a dream.
We dressed, and I plugged in my hairdryer to dry my hair. Luke lay on the bed, watching me work systematically through my hair until it was dry.
When I was ready for bed, I crawled under the covers with him. He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair. We didn’t go to sleep right away. Instead, we stayed up talking, getting to know each other, relishing in each other’s company. That we could do that after having sex, that he cared about who I was and was willing to open up to me about who he was, made me think that this was the real deal. If I was ever to find love, I imagined it to be something like this.